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we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be, first to immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in tsatke hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day, but a model of mercy and might? no way, marionette who will clap and obey, dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys, meet and greet and they all slap five, cheek to cheek when they colonize, and a grown ass man shall abide as he wish, walk that path with a dime and a stick, walk that path with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid don't hop on the fence, play to the radius far and away, orbit wide don't park in his space, one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.
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and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off otherwise lucid events, in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't want to war with you, it don't mean go warm up the barbecue, i'm like pardon you, sawed off limit, my high noon is a quick little minute, i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic, who simply isn't going to ever really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed, when the timing is right i will rise and record, cal for the monster beats and blockhead got animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
j.d. - i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967 colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be, first to immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in tsatke hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day, but a model of mercy and might? no way, marionette who will clap and obey, dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys, meet and greet and they all slap five, cheek to cheek when they colonize, and a grown ass man shall abide as he wish, walk that path with a dime and a stick, walk that path with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid don't hop on the fence, play to the radius far and away, orbit wide don't park in his space, one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.
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and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off otherwise lucid events, in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't want to war with you, it don't mean go warm up the barbecue, i'm like pardon you, sawed off limit, my high noon is a quick little minute, i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic, who simply isn't going to ever really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed, when the timing is right i will rise and record, cal for the monster beats and blockhead got animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
j.d. - i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967 colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
Lyrics submitted by mrdorman
Track duration: 04:14
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The first verse is about consumerism. Hence the porcelain dolls and empty cave references. The reason I think it's a lawyer is because they are usually fairly wealthy people who would "mourn a loss" because it'd damage their reputation. They are also the "author of the law" to a certain degree. The "new recruit with a play-dough spine" is the spineless new lawyer that doesn't have what it takes to win. HE isn't willing to try and bend the truth o win. Which is unfortunately the type of "justice" system we have.
In the second verse the first few lines give me the image of a kid that has grown up believing in consumerism. He's stolen and cheated to get what he wanted because of the lies "man who expire with the most shit win". He got busted by a cop and the lawyer put him into jail.
"how it throws off otherwise lucid events" - how North Americans can be so focused on consumerism that they miss special moments because they are too busy trying to make money.
The "pro-ked box full of layman's terms" gives me the idea that this lawyer is religious, though in his practice as a lawyer he doesn't much follow what he claims to believe. "Don't go to war with you... don't start the barbecue", the lawyer is saying "hey, just because I'm not battling you in court, don't tempt me. Because I can and I will if you do"
"my high noon is a quick little minute" his lunch break is short, and is time is pressed in general. Hence why he gets annoyed. He doesn't want to spend it with people who are not going to understand materialism and why he does what he does. He doesn't want to spend it with people who don't look at life the same way as him. The "no phone service..." part is about him driving home to his house in the country. Though he's a lawyer, he did it for the money. When the time is right he'll move into the music industry because he's always wanted to be a musician. He'll still be pressed for time and not care for chitchat after his life as a lawyer.
The ending makes me think that all the stress of the face paced life has finally gotten to him. Now he's sitting alone in a basement, and has gone slightly crazy from the stress and possibly guilt from helping out people who were clearly guilty. His wife has left him since he never spent time with her, and he may be paying for her and the kids to live with the line "there's an envelope with money on the front porch".
The chorus is more or less saying: We don't want the useless conversations, and we don't want to hear you open your mouth to "cough" out some remark or comment. We want our coffee, we want to live in our heads, now give me my coffee and leave me alone. Coffee symbolizes corporate people since they seem to always be drinking it.
My interpretation I guess is a bit more of a story approach, but none the less basically the same thing that everyone has been saying. I hope that I too can write lyrics like this some day.
The greatest achievement of his lyrics is how many different meanings/images/hip-hop and pop culture references/interpretations/emotions/inside jokes can be evoked with-in so few words. It's like a Beautiful massive interconnecting puzzle. Even Aesop Rock coulden't possibly consider all the implications of his lyrics and possibilities for interpretation. But I bet he sees an awful lot of them, and from that perspective on the top of that hill he is grinning down at us.
So this is my attempt at gusseing what he was thinking when he wrote it, or what he thinks of it now.
"We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies,"
(We - Aesop Rock and The counterculture, independent people, like-minded people, the listener, hermits)
(don't need no - More of an explanation as to why we don't participate then it is a statement of dislike, contempt or hate. But there is a hint of annoyance/arrogance/disrespect for those people who he calls walkie talkies. He's conflicted, sometimes he feels anger from his annoyance and other times he rationalizes his annoyance into disrespect and switches from angry to apathy. His lyrics seem to show this conflict and hypocrisy of wanting to be the passive hermit yet also wanting to be the loud mouth scathing critic.)
(walkie-talkies - The mainstream. Secular Society. People who repeat what they hear without understanding it. Social people. People who need to talk just for the sake of talking. People who you can't trust)
"We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, "
(We don't need your coughing - Coughing is talking. When walkie-talkies talk they are also coughing their germs on you. Their germs are their backwards/illogical/conformist ideas which no one is 100% immune to)
(when offing the morning coffee - When I am drinking my morning coffee. Offing isn't a word but is similar to the phrase "finishing off". Basicly it's a statement that show's how "We" can never fully seperate our selves from "walkie-talkies" we see them when we buy our coffee, our groceries, when we go out
If you consider coffee as a metaphore for motivation, and drinking coffee as an act of self motivation. Then you could expand it to say that you most often come into conflict with walkie-talkies when you are motivating you're self. It could be when you drink coffee, rap, do drugs, or are trying to justify something. When ever we do these things "walkie-talkies" tend to have a lot to say, they have opinions to repeat and judgements to pass. They smell blood and they attempt to convert you. It's when we are at our weakest that we are must vulnerable to abusive idea's of the ignorant. "When I'm not feeling the best, when I am not my self, don't try to recruit/convert me or preach to me, just leave me the fuck alone")
"We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go"
(We just want our hermitry to stay - Hermitry means keeping away from the secular society. In ancient China, people who chose this kind of lifestyle were called hermits, or recluses. So a hermitry could be a small loose community of hermits. He is stating will. Most people would consider Hermitry a lonely/sad/uncivilied/unenlightend lifestyle but it is one "We" embrace. "Walkie-Talkies" often try to talk/force/manipulate/buy/intimidate hermits out of this life style, but "We" want it to stay.)
(and our coffee to go - "We" are explaining the motivation behind the oft-question act of leaving with our coffee instead of staying to chat. It is a strategy to avoid "Walkie-Talkie" syndrome{being annoyed/coverted/angered by a Walkie-Talkie).
"And the last shall be,
First to immerse in the pass out heat, "
(And the last shall be, - A bible reference Matt. 19:28-30
“Truly I say to you, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. And again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God." .... "But many who are first will be last; and the last, first." neverthirsty.org/pp/corner/read1/…
This one is very deep to cover in full. But basicly he is saying he expects that "We" are considered low in the hierarchy of society/humanity/academia because we are reclusive and there for not as productive to the whole. or as another put it "We" arn't "sacrificing individual sanity for group insanity" BUT in at some undeifned point in the future, possibly in the afterlife or ina post-revolutionized world, "We" will be first.
(First to immerse in the pass out heat, - Immerse = submerge. At some point in the future the "plauge" spread by the "walkie-talkies" will crush us all. We can all ready feel the heat from it, and the dryness in the air. {as said before - Water is a metaphor that Aesop uses throughout his work. It's like the metaphor for the counter-culture, real hip-hop culture, art culture, truth, independence etc...} "We" are going to be the first to bleed when the revolution comes. Because others can survive off their contrived relationships, "We" need water to breathe, like fish!)
"Face in the mud where the moxie melt"
(Face in the mud - We are going to pass out/lose grip/go blind/die in the search for water, no matter how polluted/so thirsty we drink muddy water/water is melted courage/water is melted courage/mud is polluted courage/hide like an ostridge)
(where the moxie melt - Moxie can mean courage. Moxie is also a carbonated beverage with high caffeine that was one of the first mass-produced soft drinks in the United States. It continues to be regionally popular today in NorthEastern USA)
"'Till he woke up drowning in chachkes hell,"
('Till he woke up drowning in chachkes hell, - A sense that he had become numb to the suffocation until some kind of awakening/epiphany/Paradigm shift/realization, images of waking up from a nightmare, woke up drowning in sweat, thinking you woke up form a nightmare only to realize you're still a sleep and now in a worse nightmare.)
(chachkes hell - It's sounds like he's saying it in the possesive. Like Chachke is a person and this is his hell. Or it could be chachka; yiddish for knickknacks, inexpensive showy trinkets kept around the house. So you wake up an a hell of useless junk. I think he was trying to reference a person, then coulden't think of that person's name or it didn't fit, so he replaced it with a similar sounding word with a meaning that could still work)
"More in a cave with a torch on the wall
Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls"
(More in a cave with a torch on the wall - See Allegory of the Cave en.wikipedia.org/wiki/… "While drowning, I have watched even more people went to go sit in that cave with the torch on the wall")
(Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls - dolls are typical type chachka. It's a metaphore for all the shiney, fragile, useless stuff people get attached to. The people in the cave don't realize how worthless the dolls are because all they can they are the distorted shadows of the dolls on the wall of the cave thrown off by the torch.)
( More... Then a - He is saying in a quantatative comparison how there is more fools sitting in that cave then there are useless peices of junk to satisfy them. "You are all chasing after the same goal, there's not enough for everyone, and even if you got your's it won't do you any good.")
"On a brand new day, saw what he saw,
Property owners who crawl to the mall,
With a bad toupee and a face like he author the law,
Pace like he mourning a loss,
Right hand on a can of worms,
Left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean "
(He - A person who just woke up to realize the hell we are in)
(He saw those in control manage the economy, toupee to show he's fake, stoney-faced frown like from those in congress, at a slow pace possibly because even this rich Exec in the back of his mind knows what he has lost, imagery of a slow moving grumpy corperate exec going to work. A can of worms is bait, in the form of words, this guy will trick and manipulate people with them. And he will convice people to give up their land and power for a bit of money)
"Thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day,
But a model of mercy and might? no way,
Marionette who will clap and obey,"
(I like the interpretation posted earlier - Starts off with a disclaimer like, hey I don't mean to be judgmental or anything, obviously you have to answer to you, not me in your spiritiual quest.. but let's face it you're kidding yourself if you think you're some model of virtue, you're really just a marionette/puppet willing to jump for the higher powers which control you. And social standing you have right now is because you conformed not because you created it yourself.)
"just cause i don't wanna war with you dont mean go light up the barbecue"
thats like saying: just cause i'm not in arguing and fighting with you,it doesn't mean that i want to be your friend hahahahh shit
There was the 1967 Colt
also,
"one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades."
Could be a reference to the Weather Underground?
We don't need society giving you those fake smiles cooprtae pays, and how their payed to be super nice to get you to buy products.
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no,
Don't need the bullshit small talk, and trying to make us infected to society.
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
Just leave him be and don't worry about what the fuck he's doing. As in sell me the shit that i need so i can get away from you product industry hungry zombies.
ehh.